Samantha Weisberg The perpetual darkness envelops my soft tissue revitalizing me with lustful potency. I don’t fumble through the black. I ascend. Alone in the pitch, I release as my pulse drums down into the spiraling flame. Samantha Weisberg received her MFA in Writing from The School of the Art Institute of Chicago in 2007….
Normal Beauty By Heather Elizabeth Warren Seeing your faces across the table the sun shining in from behind we are safe. we are alive. we are smiling. my heart can breathe with normal conversations who knew petty arguments about special diets would be such a touching reprieve hearing your wishes are…
By Reshmi Haque Winter nights so long and cold. The wind howls outside, so bold. The sky is dark, the stars are bright. Whereas the moon casts a silver light. The snow is falling, softly, slowly. A blanket for the earth below. The world is quiet, hushed and still. A peacefulness that can’t be filled….
by Margo Wolfe Cool autumn eve. The air chills your face. You bring the corner of your cloak up to your eyes and shield yourself until the wind passes. When you remove your arm, she is there. Cerridwen, Crone, Shapeshifter— a vision of our future self. She frightens you even when she smiles,…
By Carole Weave-Lane Upon a moonbeam the Goddess Rhiannon Stood upon the wings of birdsong Enchanting the rocks in the mountain to part Liberating the wild herd Silver flanks and manes flyin’ Hooves that pounded with ghostly precision Silver on the wind Wild their eyes, tails broomstick stiff Frothing at the mouth, Galloping down…
by Jenne Micale How do we carry our burdens? You cast your eyes down at the horseblock marking the sparkle of gravel and then up, defiant, a mare tousling her mane as she runs free. You accept, take it upon your back as broad as a pony, the breath labored until you find the balance…